A coffin bearer must never carry three kinds of coffins: coffins for a mother and child, coffins for the unfilial, and coffins for those who died unnatural deaths...
I am a coffin bearer. I entered the trade at fifteen, and have been doing it for seven years.
I have carried the most lavish golden coffins, and the most humble straw-mat-wrapped bodies.
But rich or poor, I always bow in reverence.
I follow every rule and step, and perform every sacrificial rite without the slightest error.
Until one day, I mistakenly carried a coffin atop another coffin. It was a yin coffin.
By breaking a taboo of the trade, my life was turned upside down.
A wicked spirit entered my dreams, a zombie blocked my way, and a yin spirit clung to me...
One bizarre event after another began happening to me.
To get to the bottom of it, I secretly opened the coffin.
Only then did I discover that inside it, the deceased lay above, and I lay below...
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
The author is Han Geng Part 2